and stories here we go...
Firstly, dear "angry," I'm not sure who you are though I have an idea. That comment was nonsensical and quixotic. "The easiest thing in the world to do is not make sense." -Pulitzer winning Irish poet Paul Muldoon, when I got to eat lunch with him once.
Next, ok, you know that "rule" that states that you should wait thirty minutes before swimming or excercising after eating-especially Thai food- or you might wretch your muffins in some, oh say, very crowded shopping mall? Well that's a good rule, a darned good rule. I'm totally kidding. I didn't throw up, though my first story does involve food. I splurged because my money goes farther here than those dudes drove for a White Castle in that movie. So, I go to this Thai barbecue place. Sounds pretty harmless and easy. (By the way, all those people who assured me everyone speaks English here are wrong.) So, after a complicated ordering process, I decided on soup, fried rice, and USDA choice beef. Oh, and the "grill" is like a hibachi (sp?) except it is small and in the middle of my table making me sweat which seems to be a general state of existence here. While I'm eating my fried rice and soup, they bring a plate of uncooked beef strips and spices and sauces and set them on my table. I, being ignorant, assume they are going to come back and cook them after I finish my rice and soup.
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What happens instead is that after ten minutes or so, (my table is next to the waiters' table with silverware and stuff) I have three Thai waiters staring at me like "Hey you stupid American, it's not going to cook itself." Sweet. So I awkwardly begin to toss strips of meat on the grill in the middle of my table. Finally, this one nice fellow comes and helps me out. For brevity's sake, I'll end there.
Today, I found it. And by it, I mean the ultimate indicator of American invasion, the litmus test of our culture, the dropping left by the capitalistic calvary as the American phalanx forges on! The mecca. STARBUCKS. Yes. There is a very nice strip with restaurants and Mercedes dealers and etc. very close to my hotel. Sweet. Ok that's enough for today. I did find out I'm at a bilingual school where even my six year olds will speak very goo
Next, ok, you know that "rule" that states that you should wait thirty minutes before swimming or excercising after eating-especially Thai food- or you might wretch your muffins in some, oh say, very crowded shopping mall? Well that's a good rule, a darned good rule. I'm totally kidding. I didn't throw up, though my first story does involve food. I splurged because my money goes farther here than those dudes drove for a White Castle in that movie. So, I go to this Thai barbecue place. Sounds pretty harmless and easy. (By the way, all those people who assured me everyone speaks English here are wrong.) So, after a complicated ordering process, I decided on soup, fried rice, and USDA choice beef. Oh, and the "grill" is like a hibachi (sp?) except it is small and in the middle of my table making me sweat which seems to be a general state of existence here. While I'm eating my fried rice and soup, they bring a plate of uncooked beef strips and spices and sauces and set them on my table. I, being ignorant, assume they are going to come back and cook them after I finish my rice and soup.
Paragraph break for your eyes.
What happens instead is that after ten minutes or so, (my table is next to the waiters' table with silverware and stuff) I have three Thai waiters staring at me like "Hey you stupid American, it's not going to cook itself." Sweet. So I awkwardly begin to toss strips of meat on the grill in the middle of my table. Finally, this one nice fellow comes and helps me out. For brevity's sake, I'll end there.
Today, I found it. And by it, I mean the ultimate indicator of American invasion, the litmus test of our culture, the dropping left by the capitalistic calvary as the American phalanx forges on! The mecca. STARBUCKS. Yes. There is a very nice strip with restaurants and Mercedes dealers and etc. very close to my hotel. Sweet. Ok that's enough for today. I did find out I'm at a bilingual school where even my six year olds will speak very goo
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